Erotica

I have a love affair, with Words. I let them enter my roomunannouncedin the nightStrange phrases run their unfamiliar rhythms down my spineAnd I shiverIn ecstacyWhen I relax and open myself upto the possibilityOf the sharp crack of a syllable, drenched in the vitriol of violenceOr the feathered touch of seduction, woven sentance, by sentencetill the I’ve lost track of the sunAnd realise we’ve only just begunTo drown willingly beneath the waves of sensationThat subsume through the whirling tails of poetrySweet intoxication of elegant designsI’m filled – with an “O” of surpriseWith delightful warmth of new ideas Leaving trails of thoughtsThat sometimes bring us to that sunshower smile of tearsIt’s complicated…